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Title: Last Chance LoverWarnings: Very Mild ProfanityRating: 3rd/5th YearsWord Count: 100 (Word 07)Author’s Note: The character Jocunda Sykes was the first witch or wizard to complete a transatlantic flight on a broom in 1935. Miles Nimbus is an OC of mine who was the current owner of the company when she made her flight. Their romance had a long, complicated history, especially considering Jocunda flew an Oakshaft 79.

“Guess who?”

“How many guesses do I get?”

“Three, but if you get it wrong the first time, I shall be quite wounded.”

“Well, then, good luck.” A smile on his lips, he lowered his lips to hers, guided by instinct in candlelight. He had no idea if he would ever see her again, but they would have this one night together before she flew away.

10 Kisses: Day 10

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Type: Romantic

Terri Black (as in Mrs Sirius {aka Padfoot} Black) Hufflepuff Head of House

“Oi!” Ron interjected, “I do not want to hear about anyone my sister has kissed”.

“Well,” Ginny said with a smirk, “It had to have been that time that Harry and I had wandered to the Room of Requirement...”Ron turned red. “ We didn’t make it there, instead he grabbed my hand and kissed me right in the middle of the corridor. It was so romantic...” Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

She stared out to the sea. They were on a shelf of black rock, surrounded by cliffs, towering maybe fifteen feet high. Turning, she saw a narrow path which Draco had delicately and carefully guided her through.

They are sitting on the balcony floor. Lily tucks the afghan under her feet when the cool breeze filters through the balustrade and numbs her hands.

‘Do you want to go back now?’ Lily catches the half-heartedness in his voice.

When he told her that afternoon to meet him later, she’d taken off her watch and replaced it with a silver bracelet. They have been out here for a long time, and she’s sure its past curfew. ‘No.’ She smiles then out of surprise. Because she’s getting comfortable here and she thinks she doesn’t really want to say they should go unless he does.

He stands up from beside her and walks the few steps to the railing. He’s very motionless for a few minutes, looking away into the inky expanse. A cloud moves, and the moonlight glimmers on the stone of the Astronomy Tower. ‘Oh ’ she hears him say softly.

She gets herself up, drops the afghan on the floor. He turns slightly when he feels her standing behind him. ‘Where are you?’ she says smiling but feeling a little confused, a little lost. But suddenly the way he’s looking at her makes her think there might not be anymore conversation tonight.

James is leaning towards her and Lily’s heart is like drumbeat in the silence. ‘On top of the world,’ he says and closes his eyes before he meets her lips.

I'm stepping out of my comfort zone again and trying something new. For Alyssa.

It started out as nothing. In fact, it was nothing, yet it had potential of something. It was all in his head. Books didn’t hold all his answers. A cold hand touched his. The visitor closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. For the longest time, they stared at each other. What happened after this awkward silence? Well, Albus certainly had no idea and he was afraid to ask. It started out slow, and he hesitated long enough to pull back. On second thought, analyzing this to death ruined the moment, so he played by ear.

He sometimes thinks that the most romantic kisses he has ever had, are also in some ways, the least passionate. They’re the ones where the love was much more intense than the lust. When he feels overly analytic, he wonders if that’s because he still feels guilty about the lust, about the blinding, confusing, teenage need of first love.

So on those lonely winter nights, when he misses Gellert, he closes his eyes, and remembers a summer a long time ago: when soft lips kissed his temple, and when a soft, musical voice whispered, “Ich liebe dich” in his ear.